Vignettes2 By GW Three more short, F/F fighting, domination stories. These stories contain violence and n/c sexual scenes, and are not suitable for children. They should only be read by mature adults, over twenty-one. ROWEENA OF THE JUNGLE. Roweena, the beautiful jungle girl, known as the mighty Queen of the Jungle, sped through the treetops. She had just heard a gunshot. Hunting was prohibited in this part of the jungle, and she hurried toward the sound. When she reached a small clearing, she saw a young woman standing over a dead leopard. The girl wore only a sun helmet, tennis shoes and a bikini. Roweena had heard stories of Tanya, the spoiled heiress. Her father was both a tribal chieftain, and minister in the new government. The girl had recently returned from an education abroad. She had attended exclusive schools in the United States. Roweena had heard bad things about the girl. Upon her return from school, Tanya had used her father's influence, to build a luxurious residence in the heart of the jungle preserve, although it was strictly illegal to build here. She hired the people of the jungle to staff her luxurious home, but paid them starvation wages, and treated them like slaves. Tanya intent on examining her kill was startled, when a tall, magnificently-built, blond woman dropped lightly, from the branches, overhead. "Wh-who are you?" Tanya gasped in amazement. This blond woman had been swinging from branch to branch, like some jungle aerialist. "I am Roweena!" The barbarically beautiful woman replied simply, in perfect English. The clipped perfection of her speech was the only outward evidence of her own education at an English University. ''Roweena, huh? Yeah, I heard of you. Raised by lions in the jungle, or something like that, right? I thought it was just one of those stories, that people tell. My anthropology teacher said that was just an example of an African jungle equivalent of an urban legend! So, what do you want, Jungle Girl? "I want you to stop poaching in this jungle!" Roweena replied sternly. Tanya's lip curled in a sneer, as she insolently looked the older girl over. Despite her self-centered egotism, she couldn't help being impressed. Tanya was relatively tall herself, but Roweena was even taller, a lot taller. A loin cloth even skimpier than her own bikini bottom was the blond girl's only garment. Long blond hair fell in waves almost to her knees, half covering huge, upturned breasts. The blond's legs were incredibly well-muscled, though exquisite shapeliness belied their obvious power. "What, if I tell you, to mind your own business, and go to hell, Jungle Girl?" Tanya sneered. "What happens in the jungle is my business, and I will stop you from hunting here, ever again!" Roweena said with quiet confidence. "Try it, Blondie! Why are blonds always such dumb bunnies?" Tanya challenged Roweena, with a nasty smile. Irritated by the ill-mannered girl's insult, Roweena acted with her usual directness. She picked up Tanya's rifle, and easily broke it over her knee. "Goddam you, you stupid bitch! That rifle cost me $5,000!" "You should have used the money more wisely, My Dear!" Roweena answered, with a cold smile. "I'll use you more wisely, you dumb jungle slut!" Tanya spat and slapped the beautiful blond across the face. Despite the soft plumpness of Tanya's figure that looked so out of place in the harsh jungle, the blow knocked the powerful jungle girl back a step. Roweena wished to avoid the use of force, but she could hardly ignore this challenge. "Why you spoiled little snot, I ought to put you across my knee, and give you the discipline you missed, as a child!" "Just try it, Blondie!" Tanya answered angrily, and raised her hand, as if to slap Roweena again. Roweena moved even quicker, and grabbed the girl's hand in mid-air. "No, you don't! No one ever hit me twice, Brat!" With calm strength Roweena forced Tanya's arm down, to her side, "Oww, you goddam bitch!" Tanya wailed, apparently helpless in the mighty jungle girl's hands. Suddenly, though, the smaller girl pivoted, and grabbed Roweena's wrist, with her other hand. With a supple twist, she pulled the jungle girl off-balance. As Roweena leaned forward to maintain her balance, Tanya's leg moved with surprising speed and power. The tip of her sneaker drove deep into Roweena's lower belly. The big blond grunted, as Tanya twisted her arm, first one way, then the other. Then, when she had totally confused Roweena, Tanya judo-tossed the big blond. Though Roweena possessed the coordination and agility of a trained gymnast, she was caught off-guard. She twisted in a mid-air somersault, and landed jarringly on her back. The younger girl still clutched Roweena's wrist. Before Roweena could move, Tanya pulled her arm out full-length, and buried the toe of her sneaker in Roweena's armpit. The fallen jungle girl felt her arm go numb. Tanya cruelly bent her fingers backward, until Roweena yelled at the pain. She tried to sit up, but another kick, this time to her jaw slammed her down, flat on her back, again. Roweena's huge, emerald eyes glazed, as she looked up in astonishment, at the soft-looking, college girl. "Not as tough, as you thought, huh, Jungle Queen?" Tanya snickered. Her eyes gleamed with sadistic cruelty. She was obviously enjoying hurting the beautiful blond. She dropped Roweena's throbbing arm and taunted her, some more. "Get up, and try again, why don't you, if you're not scared?" Roweena's head was spinning, but she never backed down from a challenge in her life. She jumped up, and flung herself at the smaller girl. Tanya met her with a skillful karate chop across the throat, and another just above her heart. The blows stopped Roweena dead, and drove the breath from her body. She choked at the pain in her chest and throat. Tanya whirled around, so her back was to the tall blond. As she did, she smashed her elbow backward, deep into Roweena's bare midriff. The tall, jungle-bred blond doubled forward. Tanya reached back, grabbed her neck and judo-tossed Roweena again. This time, Roweena was not so surprised by Tanya's skill, and landed on her shoulders. She rolled toward safety, but not quickly enough. As the jungle queen rolled on her belly, Tanya followed her, and grabbed her long golden hair. She held Roweena immobile, long enough, to knee- drop onto her back. Pain lanced thorough Roweena's kidneys, and her entire torso. Before Roweena could stop her, Tanya twisted her arm high up her back, and straddled the larger girl's waist. The powerful blond struggled to throw Tanya off, but the College Girl skillfully used just one hand, to lever Roweena's captive arm even higher up her back. The pain was quite incredible, and Roweena mewled at it. Not satisfied, that she was causing her foe enough pain, Tanya repeatedly karate-chopped Roweena's neck. Roweena's long, gorgeous legs kicked with incredible, but quite useless, power. She couldn't get loose, no mater how hard she struggled. Tanya's hard, chopping blows drove her face into the dirt, time after time. Involuntarily, she wailed at the pain and frustration. The mercurially impulsive Tanya suddenly stopped the rabbit punches, and let go of Roweena's arm. She slid back on Roweena's big, solidly rounded buttocks, and grabbed the blond around the neck. She bent Roweena's body upward. Roweena felt intense pain from the pressure on her spine. "Damn you!" She groaned. She beat her hands, helplessly, on the ground, as her magnificent body strained to get free. Tanya suddenly let go. Like an overstrung bow, suddenly released, Roweena's straining body bounded forward, and smashed face-first, into the jungle floor. Tanya nonchalantly stood up. As she did, she raked her long, sharp nails down Roweena's broad, muscular back, leaving bloody scratches from shoulders to wide buttocks. Once she was on her feet, Tanya kicked Roweena in the side. As Roweena rolled over on her side, to get away, Tanya's toe impaled one of her huge breasts, flopping the blond over on her back. That sure hurt! Still stunned by Tanya's savagery, Roweena lay there a moment to get her breath. As she did, she rubbed her injured boob with both hands. The eager Tanya wasn't about to give her adversary any respite. She grabbed Roweena by the ears, with both hands. It was a struggle, but using all her strength, she finally dragged the heavy, solidly-built, jungle girl to her feet. She twisted Roweena's ears some more, enjoying the blond girl's yelps of pain. Still groggy, the blond, Jungle Queen's only resistance was to grab Tanya's wrists. She tried to pry them loose from her pain-racked ears. Tanya drove her softly rounded knee upward, with the full force of her plump leg, again and again, driving it with repetitive force, into Roweena's naked vulnerable lower body. Hurt and dazed, the jungle girl's flatly-ridged belly caved in, at the first kick. After that, each subsequent vicious knee-lift drove deeper into Roweena's injured body. She gagged and choked helplessly. Her body jack-knifed in agony, doubling in two. Still clutching her ears, Tanya jerked the groaning blond, even lower and then smashed her knee into Roweena's firmly rounded chin. Tanya pulled Roweena up straight, with one last vicious tug on her ears, and then let them go, after having nearly torn them off. As Roweena swayed helplessly, Tanya slapped her face, back and forth, with the incredible force of her karate trained arms. Roweena tottered backward, a few steps, her long, incredible legs trembling uncontrollably. As her back touched the trunk of a large jungle tree, her spectacularly curved legs gave out completely. She slid down the tree, and half-crouched, half-knelt there, in stunned agony. Roweena looked up at the soft-looking, young girl, who so quickly, and with such ease, beat her to her knees. Her pain-glazed eyes glistened with tears of pain. Tanya laughed contemptuously, at the suffering of the magnificent, blond Jungle Queen. As Roweena tried to get her breath in choked sobs, her huge up-tilted breasts quivered and jerked, in pitiful little spasms. Her washboard belly twitched from agonized cramps. She kept swallowing to keep from vomiting. Tanya taunted the fallen blond. "The great Queen of the Jungle? Ha! What a wimpy, little, blond feeb! My stupid servants are terrified of you! What a--holes! You stupid, honky bitch, I've seen tougher broads in an old lady's home. Shee-it, here I was looking for a little sport, but you're not even worth the effort you pathetic, milk-face, bimbo! I tell you what, though, Girl! You're going to pay for that rifle you broke, one way or the other! I've been looking for a new maid, but they're all afraid to work for me, around here, for some reason. Maybe you can work off your debt, that way! At the wages they pay here, that will be about ten years! How does that sound Miss Jungle Queen? That's about all you're good for, washing my soiled underwear, and pedicuring my toenails, and since there's no indoor plumbing, you can empty my slop jars too! Roweena's pride revolted at the girl's sneering insults. "Roweena is not anyone's servant! The fallen, jungle girl hissed. She tried to leap to her feet, but her beaten body was slow to respond to her fierce will. Tanya easily dealt with her new threat. She landed another kick directly between Roweena's legs. As Roweena shrieked at the pain, Tanya rammed her head back into the tree trunk. She kept banging her head, until Roweena's eyes rolled upward, and her big body went limp. Finished, Roweena fell face down, at Tanya's feet. The cruel, college girl's peals of laughter rang in Roweena's tormented ears. Barely conscious, Roweena felt Tanya rip her skimpy loincloth off her body. Smirking in derision, Tanya forced the blond girl's arms behind her back. Roweena struggled weakly, but uselessly, as Tanya skillfully used the Jungle Queen's own loincloth to bind her arms securely behind her. Then, kneeling on Roweena's back, Tanya unsheathed her small hunting knife. While Roweena still struggled weakly, Tanya twisted her gorgeous, blond mane into a single strand. With a quick hacking motion, she sliced it away from Roweena's head. Roweena shrieked at this humiliating violation, but was otherwise helpless to prevent it. Tanya knotted the beautiful golden mane at both ends, creating a strong, thick rope. She slipped the rope of her own plundered hair around Roweena's throat, and tied it in a slip knot. The beaten, shorn blond wept in mortified frustration. When she judged Roweena was partially recovered, Tanya forced her to stand up. "Get up, you lazy milk-faced cow! We've wasted enough time! It's nearly my lunch time! Then, Tanya practiced leading the bound, weeping former Queen of the Jungle around the clearing. Satisfied of her mastery, Tanya picked up her broken rifle and cracked it across Roweena's spine. Roweena screamed! "Just a little reminder, of whose boss, Jungle Queenie!" Tanya laughed derisively. "Now you can carry my kill for me! Using the rifle stock as a prod, Tanya forced the helplessly beaten blond to pick up the 250 pound carcass, and grapple with it, until she got it onto her shoulder. Tanya's savage beating had sapped much of Roweena's phenomenal strength, leaving her sick and trembling. What would normally have been a task accomplished with ease, became a tortuous penance. The brave, Jungle Girl could scarcely bear the heavy burden, now. The trip back to Tanya's plantation was a purgatory of suffering. Twice, Roweena fell, only to be beaten, kicked and half-strangled by her own mane of golden hair, until she resumed the hellish march. Tears of humiliation ran sadly, down her beautiful face, and blurred the agony in her big, green eyes. With arrogant pride, Tanya contemptuously led her captive into the courtyard of her plantation home. She paraded the proud prisoner around, before her servants, who had held Roweena in superstitious awe, until now. Terror of Tanya increased a thousand-fold, upon seeing what their cruel mistress had done to the fabled Queen of the Jungle. Tanya orered Roweena displayed in a bamboo cage, in the hot, equatorial sun for the long hours of the afternoon. Roweena couldn't stand upright, or sit, or lie down in the cramped, little cage. The remorseless sun beat down on her naked body. Shorn of her blond mane, her pale skin was soon burning red. Cruel children poked sticks at her, and pelted her with refuse. After long hours, she could stand it no longer and was forced to relieve herself in the dust, before staring, snickering faces. Defeated in combat, beaten and degraded, and exhibited like a prize beast, Roweena's spirit almost broke. The beautiful Jungle Girl wept continuously, unable to still her flowing tears and convulsive sobs, no matter how she tired. Always wildly free, the claustrophobic captivity filled Roweena with nameless terror. She was almost hysterical, when at dusk, Tanya returned to inspect her prize. "Well, Jungle Queen, are you ready to accept my offer, and work off your debt?" By now, poor Roweena would do anything to escape the frightful cage. "Yes, yes, anything!" Roweena wept. "Only please let me out of here!" Tanya ordered her captive released. Still weak and bound, Roweena apathetically let Tanya's women servants bath her. The village blacksmith bolted an iron, slave-collar about her proud, stiff neck. The women untied Roweena's arms, and tied her cropped hair in two little, upright braids, tied with pink ribbons. They tied a tiny pink apron around her slim waist. The frilly, little garment left bare the strong, rich curves of Roweena's buttocks, and ended just above her splendid golden-fleeced pussy. Proud of her healthy strength, nudity never dismayed Roweena, but this suggestive garment made her cringe in shame. Roweena's huge erect breasts drooped in shame, as the women led her to Tanya's chambers. Her hysterical sobbing had quieted, but her big bosom rose and fell, in little half-whimpers. Her eyes were dry, but still red-rimmed from weeping. She was conscious of how badly, her magnificently beautiful body was marked, by the savage beating Tanya had given her, and she whimpered fearfully, at sight of her vicious conqueress. Tanya lay naked on her bed, eating chocolates. She laughed in delight, at sight of her helpless captive, arrayed in the humiliating parody of a lady's maid. Tanya held a short, wickedly supple little switch in one hand. "Come here, Slave Girl!" Tanya commanded, with haughty contemptuous tone. Abjectly, the humiliated Jungle Girl stumbled awkwardly to the bed. Her cropped head hung down, ashamed to meet Tanya's sadistic sneer. "Kneel down, Cow!" Was Tanya's next command. Roweena's shoulders heaved for a second. Her broken pride nearly rekindled, but at a snarled threat, and gesture of the whip, she obsequiously sank down on her knees. "Kiss my feet, Queenie!" Tanya snickered maliciously. Roweena bridled at this final degradation. "I w-won't!" She said in a tense, little voice. Her voice trembled, but her chin set stubbornly. She looked up at Tanya, with more than a hint of defiance in her green, cat's eyes. Tanya sat up slowly. Suddenly, the wicked switch slashed Roweena's enormous, proud bosom, slicing both thick, erect nipples. Roweena screamed in pain! The smoldering defiance in her eyes died away. She bent her stiff neck, and kissed Tanya's little, brown toes. So began, the mighty Jungle Queen's ten years of horrifying servitude! UNDER THE PEAR TREE. Well, nobody ever said I was any shrinking violet. I usually tell people just what I think. Usually, I get away with it, too. Most women don't give me any lip, because I'm pretty big and strong, and I have a big mouth, too, I guess, and outtalk them. If it's a man, I get away with it, because I'm kind of good-looking, if I do say so, myself. I've got long red hair, and big boobs, and I own a Health Spa franchise, and I work out like a fanatic, so I've got great muscle tone. That's what makes up for those few extra pounds I carry from a tendency to eat, a little too much. Those few extra pounds are all in my big boobs and solid butt though. I've got a kind of pretty face, too, or so I've been told. Well, I'm a single mom, and my kids are no angels, God knows, but I try to keep them under control. So, it really bothered me, when the kid next door knocked down the picket fence between our yards, last week. Since then, he's used our backyard like an extension of his own Yesterday, he came over and started a fight with my eleven-year-old son, Tommy. Jeff, the kid, from next door, is a year older than Tommy, and bigger, too, but Tommy was wailing the tar out of the little brat. That's why I took my time getting out there to stop it, even though I saw it from the kitchen window. When I did get out there, though, Jeff's loud-mouthed mother, the beached-blond neighborhood tramp was already pulling Tommy off her nasty little son. Just as I got there, Barb, that's the blond mother's name, smacked Tommy across the face. Well, like I said, I'm a redhead, and it t doesn't take much, to get me riled up. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" I hollered. "Don't you ever dare hit my son. It was your little brat who was trespassing, and he started the fight, too!" Barb gave me a dirty look, and barked. "Oh, can it, you fat, old bag!" I couldn't believe my ears! "What did you call me?" I asked, really not believing she'd dare say it. "Fat....Old.....Bag!" Barb repeated, emphasizing each word. I am ten yeas older than the snotty, little bitch, but to tell you the truth, I don't look it. I was really seething! I wanted to smash her in the face, but I took a deep breath, and said as calmly as I could manage. "Barb, why don't you just take your little brat, and get out of my backyard, right now, before I forget I'm a lady. "Yeah! What are you going to do, if I don't, LADY?" "I'll call the police!" I said. I was so mad, I stammered. "Do it then!" Barb taunted me. Well, I wasn't going to back down from the nasty blond, so I turned on my heel, and started toward the house, to use the phone, shooing Tommy ahead of me. I didn't know what else to do. I certainly didn't want to get into a brawl with a neighbor. Just as I got to the back door, something hit me in the back of the head. Barb had picked up a half- rotten pear that fell from our old Pear Tree, and heaved it at me. It really hurt! I was furious! I spun around and marched right back to Barb, and smacked her across the face, just like she'd done to Tommy. I expected my slap would knock Barb down, because, like I said, I'm pretty strong and I'm also about four inches taller than she is. She 's kind of plump looking, and it's all in her beer gut. I never saw the bitch exercise a bit, and she smokes and drinks too. In fact, I knocked a cigarette out of her mouth, when I slapped her. That's about all my slap did, though. Barb, just, shook her head and snarled. "Bitch!" Then she jumped me. She dived headfirst, into my stomach, and knocked me back against the trunk of the Pear Tree. Her head knocked the breath out of me, and the tree trunk felt like a freight train plowing into my back. Losing my temper, I lunged for her, my arms out wide to catch her around the waist. I heard Tommy yell. "Go get her, Mom!" Frankly, by then, I couldn't wait to get my hands on Barb's fat neck, myself. It didn't quite go like that, though. Wham! Bam! She hit me with her fists. I had a couple of wrestling matches with other girls, when I was a kid, but we never used our fists. Barb's punches really caught me off-guard. One fist hit my left boob. I wasn't wearing a bra, unfortunately, and her fist plowed in really deep. I grunted and tried to cover up my boobs. Then, her next punch landed in my already aching tummy. Before, I could cover up, she followed up, with another left, and then a right, in my tummy, again. I went down on one knee. I couldn't get my breath. I had both arms wrapped around my aching stomach, because she really hurt me there. I thought she'd wait until I got up again, but when I looked up, as if out of nowhere, her knee came up, and whumped into my chin. I went over backward. I knew I couldn't just lie there, but when I tried to get up, Barb grabbed me around the neck and pulled me up on my feet. I guess, I couldn't have made it on my own, by then, anyway. She let go, of my neck, and gave me a shove. I didn't know whether, I was coming or going, and while I tried to get my balance, Barb punched me in the tummy again. It made me gag, and she hit me twice more in the same spot. I fell down on my hands and knees. I heard Tommy yelling. "Get up, Mom! Get up!" I tried, but everything spun around, and I felt sick to my stomach. I crawled a little on hands and knees, until Barb grabbed me by the hair, and jerked me up straight, on my knees. It felt like she'd rip my scalp off, the way she was pulling my hair. She kicked me in the kidneys a couple of times, then got me in a full-nelson, I guess they call it. She dragged me up on my feet, again. I tried to drop out of the hold, like I've seen wrestlers do on teevee, but that's harder to do, than it looks. Anyway, I couldn't do it. Barb's fingers pushed my head forward, at the same time her arms pulled my arms backward. She held me like that, and shoved me ahead of her. Bang! She rammed me, face-first, right into that damned Pear Tree. I saw stars, but I guess I have a pretty hard head, because it didn't knock me out, like I would have expected. Even so, I still have a goose egg on my forehead! The rough tree trunk really hurt my big boobs, too, especially with no bra to protect them. Even if I wasn't knocked out, I didn't put up much of a defense, when Barb let go of my arms, and spun me around. I just stood there staring stupidly at her, while she hit me twice more in the stomach. She really punched low this time. I mean really low; where no lady should get hit. I doubled over, and used both hands, to hold myself down there, where Barb hit me. She took advantage of that, to duck down and pull my legs out from under me. I went down hard on my behind, and Barb kicked me over backward. I just lay there trying to figure out what to do next. Actually there wasn't much of anything I could do! I just lay there, praying for a miracle. My arms were stretched out over my head, and my legs were splayed wide apart. That's when that miserable bitch kicked me right in my pussy. I don't know how, or where, I got the breath, but I screamed like a banshee. Barb climbed on top of me. There wasn't anything I could do to stop her. She ripped open my blouse. Now, I really wished, I'd put a bra on that morning, because as soon as my big, 42D boobs spilled out, that nasty bitch bent over me, and bit my nipple, as hard as she could. I screamed some more, and I beat my hands against the back of her head, but that didn't help any. Finally, I grabbed Barb's tits. Of course, the bitch had a heavy bra on, under her heavy shirt. She needs a heavy bra, to hold up those sagging tits of hers. Even so, I must have hurt her enough, so she let go of my boob. Instead, she sat up straight, and smacked me across the face. She slapped me so hard, that I think my eyes crossed. I tried to roll her off me, but I couldn't budge her, and she kept smacking me across the face, back and forth, until I was nearly blacking out. "Stop it! Stop it, please!" I heard myself begging the bleached blond. Even after I started begging her, Barb gave me a couple of more slaps for good measure, but finally she got up off me. I curled up in a ball, and started to cry, but she grabbed my long, red hair, and sat me up. She kept on jerking on my hair, until I had to climb up, on my feet. I would have keeled over, anyway, but she grabbed me around the waist in a bearhug. "See how you like this, Miss Fitness Expert?" Barb crowed, and then she squeezed me so hard, I felt like a tube of toothpaste. I had to gag for breath, and I beat my fists against the bitch's back, but she ignored it. I was weak as a baby now, and knew I couldn't hurt her any. Then, she lifted me off my feet. When I couldn't touch the ground anymore, it was so scarey, that I kicked and thrashed like crazy, but she just laughed at me. Suddenly, all the strength just oozed out of me, and I went limp. I couldn't even kick my legs, they just dangled, quivering. My face slumped against Barb's shoulder, and the lousy bitch spit right into my face. It was awful to have someone, especially a loser like Barb, do something like that to me, and not be able to do one damn thing about it. I wanted more than anything, to spit back at her, but to tell you the truth, I was so scared of the bitch, by then, that I didn't dare. I started seeing spots in front of my eyes, but I noticed Barb get this funny look on her face. Oh God, she was getting off, on doing this to me! She started to breath heavy, and she let me slide down between her legs, onto my knees. Then the filthy bitch grabbed my hair, and pulled my face against her crotch. SHE was using my face to masturbate! I could tell when she came, because she moaned and shook, then she let me collapse in a heap at her feet. Barb looked over at Tommy and said. "See your old lady's good for something, Kid!" Jeff laughed like a little hyena. His filthy mother leaned over and pulled my shorts down around my thighs. She pulled my panties right along with them. "Oh please, not in front of the boys!" I wept. I tried to hold on to them, but Barb snickered at me, and batted my hands aside, and pulled them off my ankles, my panties too. My blouse was already ripped open and in shreds, with my boobs hanging out. I tried to cover everything up, as much as I could, and curl up in a ball, again. Oh I was so ashamed! Barb didn't give me much chance to be modest, though. She picked up a slat or picket, from the broken picket fence, and smacked me across the backside with it. I screamed bloody murder at that. Barb dragged me around the yard, by the hair, smacking my naked butt with the fence slat, as we went. I heard that little brat, Jeff, taunting Tommy. "Wow, your Mom sure has got a big, fat butt. And look at the way her tits hang down. They're almost touching the ground!" Poor Tommy was crying almost as hard, as I was. It must have been terrible to see his mother get beaten up, and humiliated like that Barb, finally, left me lying under the Pear Tree. I lay there, naked, sobbing like a baby, in the middle of my backyard, for about fifteen minutes, until finally Tommy helped me inside. A WITCH LOSES HER POWERS The next story was inspired by L. Frank Baum's second Oz book, "The Land of Oz." Mombie an ugly, wicked, old witch, ("A cosmetically, and ethically, challenged practitioner of Wicca, of mature years." If you will!) has transformed Ozma the rightful Princess of Oz into a boy, called Tip. After many adventures, Glinda the Good Witch, forces Mombie to transform the boy Tip, apparently against his wishes, back into Princess Ozma. (I won't go into the Freudian implications of this scenario; suffice it to say, many of Baum's kinkier ideas didn't get into the MGM Musical. This is also the book where Ginger, an amazonian young lady, leads a feminine revolt and transforms Oz temporarily into a gynarchy) It is Glinda's intent to strip Momby of her powers as a witch. I thought the scene should have gone something, like this: The tall, regally beautiful Glinda led the ugly crooked, old crone Mombi into a private chamber, of her palace. She was about to administer the potion that would strip Mombi of her magical powers as a witch. Glinda locked the door, so they would not be disturbed, or disturb her other guests. The tall, red-haired sorceress stood by an elaborately inlaid table, and proceeded to mix the potion in a golden cup. As she carefully measured the ingredients, she, absently released her hold on the golden thread around Mombi's neck. It was this cord that forced Mombi to obey the more powerful sorceress's commands. For a few moments, Mombi stood submissively leaning on her crooked staff, but as Glinda poured the final vial into the cup, the old woman realized she was no longer subject to the will of the gentle, kind-hearted enchantress. The cunning, old crone, long schooled in wickedness, saw her chance. She raised her crooked staff, and with surprising quickness, struck Glinda. The blow landed on the back of Glinda's head, with such force, that the staff splintered. The red-haired Glinda was taken by off-guard, by the sudden artifice of her prisoner. She fell across the table, nearly fainting, from the cowardly attack. Mombi wasted no time. Dropping the splintered staff, she rapidly freed Glinda's magical girdle from her slender waist, and removed the Sorceress-Queen's tiara, thereby, robbing the dazed Glinda of much of her formidable powers. Mombi quickly stuffed the girdle, tiara and golden thread into a bag she carried around her own thick waist. Then, she seized Glinda's own staff, which the benign enchantress had laid aside, when she began to mix the potion. Grasping Glinda's staff in both hands , the evil hag beat the tall red- haired witch, across the back and head, striking wildy, until the near swooning Glinda moaned aloud, in distress. Laying aside the staff, Mombi seized Glinda's upper arms, and pulled her off the table. The tall, youthfully-robust enchantress struggled to free herself from Mombi's clutches. Still injured by Mombi's attack, she was not able to prevail, against the surprisingly strong old woman. Mombi threw the beautiful enchantress down on a low divan near the table. When Glinda tried to rise, Mombi struck her across the face with her closed fist, rendering her nearly helpless. As Glinda fell back on the couch, Mombi slapped the youthful-appearing enchantress repeatedly, back and forth across the face, until Glinda's red, gold tresses fell half across her face, in charming disarray. "Now, it is Mighty Glinda who shall drink down, her own potion!" Mombi crowed. "That will surely pay you back, for interfering in my affairs!" Swallowing a lump of fear in her throat, Glinda tried to get up again. Once more, Mombi slapped her across the face. But this time, the tall, beautiful enchantress shook off the slap, and stood up. She started for the door, to call for help from her friends, but old Mombi siezed her from behind, by the her disheveled hair. Twisting the red-gold mane painfully, she halted Glinda's progress. Glinda struggled with great determination, but Mombi pulled her backward, and once again, flung the tall enchantress, down on the divan. When Glinda tried to rise, again, Mombi struck her with her fist, in the body, burying her flinty, old fist in Glinda's slim middle. Overcome with pain, the red-haired sorceress fell sideways, gasping breathlessly. Glinda's head dangled over the divan's armrest. Mombi knelt on the divan, half-astride the more powerful enchantress's slimly opulent form. She shoved her arm down across Glinda's white throat, holding her enemy helpless. Then, she repeatedly struck Glinda's midriff, until beautiful Glinda almost swooned, again. Mombi leaped up, and fetched the potion back to the divan. Glinda began to weep in distress. Tears filled her large, clear, blue eyes. Mombi cruelly grasped Glinda's aristocratic nose, pinching the nostrils together, so tightly, that Glinda couldn't breath. Her ripe, pink lips flew open, as she gasped, and vicious Mombi poured the potion into her mouth. Gagging and sputtering, Queen Glinda swallowed the dreadful potion. A blue lightning seemed to crackle about Glinda's body for a moment. With a cry of despair, Glinda felt all of her extraordinary powers desert her, in a flash. Mombi stood up, cackling triumphantly "Now who is the most powerful of the witches of Oz?" The dis-empowered Glinda wept hopelessly. "You are, Mombi!" "Yes, Mombi is the most powerful, and from now on, Mombi shall live in your palace, and you, Glinda, shall serve me!" Mombi sat down on the divan, beside the weeping Glinda. "In return for my help, in her revolt, General Ginger did nice things for Mombi. She was very beautiful, but you are even more beautiful, Glinda!" As Mombi said this, she slyly slid her wrinkled, old hand inside the bodice of Glinda's low-cut gown. She boldly, and possessively, cupped an opulent, white breast. "You have very large, erect breasts, Glinda! They are just the kind, Mombi likes to play with!" "Are you mad, old woman?" Glinda asked in bewilderment. "We are both women!' "Mombi is not mad!" The evil crone snarled and pinched Glinda's beautiful beast so hard, that Glinda screamed shrilly, in shock. "Oh please, don't!" Glinda wept. Mombi paid no heed, to Glinda's pleas. She roughly pulled open, Glinda's bodice, and allowed Glinda's delectable bosom to spill free. Mombi leaned over, and kissed an erect, pink nipple, that had stiffened in fear. Her fetid breath was hot and eager, Then, Mombi opened up her own dirty, ragged robe, and spilled out her ancient, wrinkled dugs, sagging down, on her fat belly. "Wouldn't you like to kiss my beautiful boobies, Glinda?" Poor Glinda gagged, in disgust, but compelled by Mombi's now greater powers, the weeping enchantress bent her head toward the obscene display. Her nose wrinkled in distaste, as she took a shriveled, old nipple in her mouth and sucked it. Mombi lay back in the divan, with a sigh of satisfaction. Things had worked out, very well for her, after all!